Thursday, December 1, 2011

culektiv enteligenz

Dear N via M

have you heard of the acceleration of history?
it is the idea that history is accelerating, as we speak, to the point that we have no shared cultural framework with each other even within our own lifetime. the generation gap occurs within ourselves, faster and faster. we have no points of reference to tell us where we are or what we are supposed to be doing here. 
it could be considered scary...who are we supposed to learn our morals from? but as emma says:
" I am wondering if we need to get to a place where we cannot even remotely relate to that history and we leave it behind because we have created something so radically pure and different that this place no longer exists."
my passion is literature and the terminology that many of my ideas express themselves in are pretty crazy academic interpretative theory but only because literary theory and method are merely the effort to interpret narratives or stories...they are used on literature but the methods usually grow out of philosophers and thinkers looking at the world around them and wondering Why? why did these characters (people) end up believing in the story that is their lives...
and what is changing...and what is it changing into? ad infinitum
example: modernism was a faith in man's ability to figure out life's great narratives and in doing so provide humans with a framework of how they are supposed to demanded more from people based on the narratives it discovered...then along came post modernism that questioned the idea of grand put it basically called out any concept of meaning as self negating...and the academic world fell into chaos again...
right now a theory called hyper modernism and even super modernism are being observed...the tendencies discussed aren't thought up by academic but manifest in society and the theories try to accommodate them.
accelerated history is one trend that is emerging. culture changes so fast that we don't share it with more than a few people at again no great narrative to "know" 

this hypermodenist philosopher Pierre Levy predicts a new sort of collective consciousness that will evolve out of the disconnected mental environment. 

he theorizes that a new way for ideas to form will emerge.
he compares us to Neanderthals watching the Homo apes coordinate their efforts with verbal utterances and how the mechanics of what was going on must have been well beyond their comprehension... like magic...he supposes that this collective consciousnesses, when it manifests, will be as beyond our ability to comprehend as spoken word was to our Neanderthal cousins.
so i am hoping that a greater understanding is upon us. 
not based on cultural epochs of norms or ethics based on temporally finite conditions but upon the infinite.
answers to questions that emerge from man..not from men.
i reckon that they will have a lot to do with needs of all not wants of the individual and Love.
they will be love manifest as an infinite truth and acted upon rather than merely felt. 

what was i talking about?

probably wasn't important...

oh yeah and i don't believe in individual life. just fragments of the whole (read god) going on short excursions into the loneliness of physically and psychically disconnected existence in order the enrich the whole with what it experiences during the infinitessimally brief time apart from the rest of us...god.
we come from god and return to be part of god again. 
like the water cycle but with consciousness and bodies instead of raindrops and mist. or like matter if you will...borrowed for a time then returned atom by atom to rejoin the ebb and flow of being..

identity in flux as expressed by Urban Camo artist Lui Bolin

matter is sometimes free...sometimes part of something else...but always in flux and always matter...
       no matter what else it happens to be. 

puns are fun

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sick of the word "occupy"...what's next.

Bad news Nobody,
Sorry to say but i am getting pretty sick of the word "occupy".
I tend to use my own feeling as a kind of gauge for what other people, who lead similar lives, are feeling and
              this is how i am starting to feel.
though I held my breath with anticipation when the murmurs of revolution reached me,
 in this place, 
and i heard them and listened for once... and i didn't change the channel.
I sighed with relief when the murmur reached america and laughed when it broke through the media blackout it met there
i felt remorse when it turned in to the media circus that it needed to become.
it is hard to understand what is really going on.
it is easy to be cynical when something hard to understand and even harder to explain.
i felt i assume others felt this too.
the commodification of this movement is the inevitability of its historical context.
it is the result of what is wrong with us
it is why i am becoming bored with the word "occupy".
it's getting old and i want something new...always.
i want something that will fill the hole in my sense of self
for a little while
until something else comes along...soon.
and i move on
some call it the acceleration of history
i call it my own participation in a culture of dissatisfaction. 
i call it my own internalization of an ideology of greed.
and i hate it about myself
so maybe others hate it about themselves too
i believe that you hate it about you.
sitting in front of the TV eating cheese doodles isn't a reward for anything
it only feels good because we don't know any better
but I do know better
you know better
we know better
like a splinter in our mind.
and waking up sucks
i expect more from myself
so you expect more from me too
and i expect more from
I am starting to expect us to do more
so maybe more people are also starting to expect us to do more
expect us?
expect us indeed.
i guess that the question in my mind...and in our mind...
is expect us to do what?
"We must be the change we wish to see in the world"
what does the occupy movement mean?
what does it mean to you?
that is what it means.

Friday, October 21, 2011

There is another N in my life Nobody,
This particular N is Naomi Klein and it has my heart racing.
 Listen to her speak and try not to love her...
beautiful thoughts, words and lips.
plus she's Canadian. 
woo hoo eh?

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


By the flying spaghetti monster what wonders do emerge from this interweb of ours. It never ceases to amaze me the flotsam and jetsam that finds its way onto my screen and into my heart. what it all means...the heart part i mean...not the screen...the screen is what the screen is. it provides.. infinite monkeys and all that. what it all means i do not know. Case in point, in one single beautiful day i stumbled across Thomas Doyle...the man of mayhem behind this absolute beauty, absolute horror show of an art exhibition called Distillation Series:

and this masterpiece by an uberdork that goes by the name Silent:

to be continued...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Ludicrous Indulgence


 "Middle-class society had been reckless enough to set up institutions in which young,clever, morally conscientious people had nothing to do for three or four years but read books and kick ideas around; and the result of this ludicrous indulgence on society’s part was wholesale student revolt."
                                                         - After Theory 
    by Terry Eagleton
        literary critic,
           cultural theorist,
              mind troll.

While i have read some Eagleton along the way, mostly him explaining different critical approaches to literature..the marxist approach i guess...i never knew he was such a hilarious MOFO. I am wading my way through After Theory looking for a way to use the idea of plausible truth in the face of the superabundance of ideas in modern society...a.k.a. the internet...but am applying it to Kurt Vonnegut Jr.'s writing...specifically speaking God Bless You, Mr Rosewater...wherein Eliot Rosewater searches for meaning in the face of his 87,472,033.61 dollar trust fund. 
Poor Noah.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Anticipating madness.

Hello again Nobody,

Some time ago I had few and far between but regular bouts of temporary insanity which helped me feel sane. These bouts have all but ended thus I am left with some concern. I had always felt that these were spasms of reality and emotion that my mind felt the need to release. A steam valve, if you will, to ensure that the entire system doesn't crack open, irreparably.
          Hence my concern.
            No fear.
   I feel one surfacing again. Happy day.
              To clarify and alleviate any concern on "your" part, these spasms merely consisted of uncontrollable manic laughter interspersed with gut wrenching sobbing.
 Back and forth.
    Laughter and tears.
           Sweet equilibrium.

take that cao maru...


Okay N,
Here's the scenario. 
you are a father and your kid is always alone in his room playing loud music. one day you go into his room and witness this...

apparently you have sired dj bl3nd, nicely done...yes well he is jumping around in shorts, strobe lights are flashing, in front of a video camera...oh yes and he is wearing a Chucky mask..."from Child's Play?" you ask..yes from Child's Play. 
your interruption has just ruined his set...not to mention his You Tube dick.
the clip you have just ruined may have been his CLUB MIX from a couple of years ago.."the same CLUB MIX that has 42 105 619 hits?" you ask...yes that one.
WTF you may ask yourself
well here's the Fuck...
damnit i forgot...
the point wasn't that i stumbled across this little weirdo looking for hits on you tube...he found his way into my playlist because he finds great music and plays nice long sets of them back to i listen to him on YouTube as background music... 
lucky for me no one reads this.
i need medication.


in the meantime i will listen to this kid. 

this is my favorite

Friday, April 29, 2011

Another anomaly like plain old water.

Hey N,
Every so often I find myself wondering about basic facts of life that break all the rules. Today I wonder why, if my heart muscles beat non stop, and I am convinced that they do, why do they not tire? Why are they never sore or burning with  amino acid? or rather why can I not run forever without stopping until I am dead? Or even walk? And why does water do everything other than that it is supposed to do when acted upon by exterior agents? Expand when it shouldn't and so forth? A lot of question marks today.

Monday, January 31, 2011


hey N,
where do i start...or rather, where do i end?
       with the end that justifies?
is it about the process or the product? 
          or are they one and the same?
are these questions of why we do what we do the same as who we are? or why we are?
the process results in a product but the product of the process affects the process as it is in progresses thus having an effect on the product.
so where does that leave us?

these sad questions are inspired or were a two things:

thing one - a weekend at the Göteborg film festival where i saw Charlie Kaufman speak and Det är en dag imorgon också , a documentary about Roy Andersson that was followed by Roy himself giving a bit of a speech on the innate value of culture. add to the mix a showing of the short film You Are Here by director Daniel Cockburn

thing two - my current obsession over an script about a existentially depressed zompocalypse survivor who cant find a reason for existence and the process of justification for such a script that is eating my poor wee brain.

 a big fat thanks to the Göteborg Film Festival,
film induced brain damage aside it was an amazing weekend,
i am better for the pain it causes me.

here is an in utero view of a dragon fetus...why?

( was the intro to the Giff screenings by these guys.
more mind blowing creativity...just what i needed)